The “X” frame was all that Hazel had hoped...and feared.
Held fast by its broad leather bands, her naked body incapable of more than ineffectual wriggles, she was entirely at the mercy of her male companion and could not lift a finger to prevent him from doing exactly as he wished.
As he watched her, she explored her bondage with subtle twists and tugs of her limbs, satisfying herself that she could not possibly get free.
Resigned to her captivity, Hazel ceased to test her bonds and gazed expectantly at deCastillo, her belly surging with arousal as she waited for his first touch.
But he was in no hurry and she panted in need as he subjected her body to a humiliatingly detailed inspection, even crouching down to examine the gold rings fixed through the lips of her s*x, his evident fas
